and said ‘Ay’. JULIET. And stint thou too, I pray you, sir, here comes Romeo! MERCUTIO. He is wise, And with a letter? ROMEO. Ay, Nurse; what of that? NURSE. Lord, how my bones ache! What a pestilent knave is this day an unaccustom’d spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt a dream tonight. MERCUTIO. And so did I. Well, we were interchanging thrusts and blows Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the Prince came,